Short Poems

The dark steep roofs chisel
The infinity of the sky:

But the white moonlit gables
Resemble
Still hands at prayer.

Farewell Crueltye lodged in greate Bewtye
farewell Bewtie that lodgeste great crueltie
Though nowe my woes thow weye nott
yett one daye thinkinge on my Loyalltie
Then shall yow saye though nowe yow will nott
who loved me moste my love enjoyed nott.

When worthy Aristokrates embarked upon the waters of Akheron, he spoke these words with a hand upon his languishing brow: " Every man must think of children and take a wife; though he be hard pressed by bitter poverty, his life must be pillared by children. A house without pillars is a wretched sight, and what is more pleasing to a man than a cheerful hearth-fire with piled-up wood, casting a glow upon the smooth columns of his portico. "
Aristokrates knew the truth, O Man, but he hated the wickedness of women.

WITH HAMMOND'S ELEGIES .

All that of love can be exprest
In these soft numbers see;
But, Lucy! would you know the rest
It must be read in me.

ON HIS LOSING HIS COMMISSION

Long had thy virtues mark'd thee out for fame
Far far superiour to a Cornet's name:
The gen'rous Walpole saw, and griev'd to find
So mean-a post disgrace that noble mind:
The servile standard from thy freeborn hand
He took, and bad thee lead the patriot band.

Prithee, is not Miss Cloe 's a comical Case?
She lends out her Tail, and she borrows her Face.

Who Lina weddeth, shall most happie bee,
For hee a maide shall finde,
Though maiden none bee shee,
A girle, or boy, beneath her waste confinde;
And though bright Ceres' lockes bee neuer shorne,
Hee shall be sure this yeere to lacke no corne.

See how old Anakreon totters with too much wine, his mantle dragging on the ground! One of his sandals clings to him; the other has vanished. He strikes the strings of his lyre and sings of Bathyllos, or of noble Megistes.
Watch over the old man, Bakkhos, lest he fall.

Once Eurotas said to Aphrodite, " You must either arm yourself or leave Sparta. There is a passion for fighting, here. "
She laughed sweetly and replied, " I will always go unarmed, and I will inhabit Lakedaimon. " [But historians impudently say that the Goddess armed herself.]

None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair;
But Love can hope where Reason would despair.